Well, I finally saw my new flat. It is a slightly run down version of the flat I last stayed in. My room has a pretty dusty pink fireplace and practically nowhere to store my books and clothes. I will have to see how to go about storing my vast and unruly wardrobe. I might even buy a book case or something, as it is ridiculously unprepared for my course books, never mind my general reading/books I like people to see when they come in my room.

The kitchen is fairly spacious, with an ancient sink and not too many work surfaces going spare. I like the laundry room as well. I suppose it is only right and fitting that Christine and Vicky get the nicer rooms at the front of the flat, seeing as they chose the place. Though I now wish I had been slightly more adamant about choosing for myself once I had seen it. Oh well. C'est la vie. My room will just have to be the coolest and most absurdly decorated of the lot then. One good thing about an old and decrepit flat is you can decorate willy nilly to your heart's content. There are so many tack marks in the walls, I see no problem in reusing them for my own paintings and general paraphernalia.

Lauren came by last night, which was lovely. I have been looking forward to seeing her and Amanda so much since we last parted, so it's nice to have her back in my life. She brought me a fabby painting of the Grassmarket and a handmade card with the Holi photo of Amanda, Lauren and me looking like crazed imps. It is my favourite photo, possibly of all time. She says she will teach me how to use my new D3000, as she has finally worked out what 'aperture' is and so is practically a pro in comparison to me. I just run around snapping things and saying 'huh, that looks great....huh, that's out of focus....huh, that is SHARP!'...and not really understanding WHY it looks nice, or blurry, or sharp, or too dark, or too light.

Got to learn more about Iain's flatmate Dave. He has stab scars and tattoos = hard, especially to our shielded-childhood eyes. He is rather nice though, and I am glad they have him around. His room is a bachelor pad. He has transformed my lowly bedroom-of-yore into a high tech and modern man room, complete with flat screen, mac computer, and candles running along the fire place, which he actually lights (bit too keen if you ask me, they should sit and gather dust damnit.) . I was highly impressed and a bit blown back by the sheer neatness of it all. The decoration. The attention to detail. All most grown up.

I have an interview today. My first ever. And I have already mucked up a bit by forgetting my qualification certs...But oh well. God speed me to the joys of tutoring six year olds who can't spell!